My Reminiscences
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TextSubject(s): Abstract: The author, an American geologist and explorer, recounts: 'Once in Askabad in Turkestan, while talking with a Persian merchant, he introduced me as an American to a tall and dignified man who, he said, was a Babist. The visitor smiling said: 'I'm told that there is a Babist church in Chicago.' When he left, the merchant said: 'He is my dear friend.' I asked: 'How can you, a good Mohammedan, love a heretic?' 'I am a good Mohammedan but the Babists are the best people in Persia.' The mantle of the martyred Bab fell on Abdul Baha's father and descended to Abdul Baha. The religion is very pure and seems to be spreading in Persia and Syria. It accepts as inspired all the great religions and prophets, and it may be the leaven that is to modernize Islam.'
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The author, an American geologist and explorer, recounts: 'Once in Askabad in Turkestan, while talking with a Persian merchant, he introduced me as an American to a tall and dignified man who, he said, was a Babist. The visitor smiling said: 'I'm told that there is a Babist church in Chicago.' When he left, the merchant said: 'He is my dear friend.' I asked: 'How can you, a good Mohammedan, love a heretic?' 'I am a good Mohammedan but the Babists are the best people in Persia.' The mantle of the martyred Bab fell on Abdul Baha's father and descended to Abdul Baha. The religion is very pure and seems to be spreading in Persia and Syria. It accepts as inspired all the great religions and prophets, and it may be the leaven that is to modernize Islam.'